Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.